Page 37 of Bodyguard My Heart
“Just hurry and eat. I want you to get dressed. I want to take you somewhere,” he said. My eyes doubled in size, and my curiosity piqued.
“I hope it’s going to get some clothes. Did you forget we don’t have much—”
My words trailed off as a knock sounded on the door. My eyes darted to Demetrius.
“Go get the door.” The look in his eyes told me something weird was going on. Side-eyeing him, I slid off of the bar stool and headed toward the door. I checked the peephole, but there was nothing there.
“There’s nobody here,” I replied.
“Just open the door, hardheaded ass girl,” he demanded. Doing what I was told, I opened the door. I saw nothing at first, but several shopping bags sat there when I looked down at the foot of the door.
“What’s all this? ” I looked between Demetrius and the front door.
“You needed clothes, so I made a quick stop and got you some.”
He said it like it was nothing, like he wasn’t a few days removed from surgery. I stared at the bags in complete disbelief. Demetrius had always spoiled me. I never went without anything I wanted, but the thoughtfulness behind pulling this off in another country was blowing my mind.
“Thank you,” I said as I pulled all the bags into the room. I recognized several designer bags, and the others were plain bags with words written on them I couldn’t make out. They were filled with men’s clothes, and I knew it must have been for Demetrius. He didn’t have any clothes either, so it made sense he’d cop a few items for himself too.
“It’s a few options you can do today. I recommend you dress comfortably. We’ll be doing a lot of moving.”
“Moving?” I repeated. “Where are we going?”
“On our first official date. Since you’re my woman now, it’s only right.”
It was crazy because we’d been on several trips, had been sleeping together for a while now, and had never been on an official date. It wasn’t because he hadn’t asked.
“Oh, I’m your woman now?” I made my way over to him and stood in between his legs.
“Been my girl, you were just a little delusional.”
“I was delusional?” I questioned.
“Hell yeah!” He pulled me in closer to his body as we both shared a laugh.
“I’m down for a date, but you haven’t asked me out on a date,” I teased. Demetrius stared at me like I’d grown two heads.
“I’ve asked your stubborn ass a thousand times. You better take one of those,” he said, causing me to playfully hit his arm.
“Stop playing!” I shouted.
“Girl, ain’t nobody play—”
I narrowed my eyes at him, letting him know I meant business.
“Okay, okay.” He threw his hands up in surrender before grabbing my hand and staring into my eyes. “Uh, I feel kind of silly doing this, but uh, this your husband, you know, the one you have been married to for the past six years.”
I tried to pull away from him, but he held me in place. I don’t know why I thought he was about to be serious.
“You know niggas was out here tripping over you, so I had to put my gun to they head. You know, ’cause I think you’re kind of sweet.” He burst into laughter, and I rolled my eyes as I realized he was remixing Alicia Keys’s song.
“You know what, never mind.” I broke away from him, but he softly grabbed my arm.
“Would you make me the happiest simping ass nigga on this island and go out on a date with me?” he asked. It was rough and sweet, the two things I loved about Demetrius.
“That is more like it. Yes, I would love to,” I replied.
“Go and get ready for me. Don’t wear any panties. I might want to touch that pretty pussy while we’re out.”